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"Now that everything's here, Minho, could you go find Jisung for me please?"
That was proving to be a bit harder than predicted. Minho had looked around the whole building twice and hadn't found the younger. He eventually decided to check outside, not knowing why the younger would be out there since it was getting cold, but yet, there Jisung was, seated in the courtyard, slumped onto the cement table as he slept.
"What the hell, Jisung?" Minho muttered, slipping off his jacket to cover the younger who was only in a light sweater before gently shaking him, "Jisungie, you should wake up."
"Hm?" The younger hummed, not even opening his eyes.
"Chan needs your help, and plus, you shouldn't sleep out here, it's cold," Minho said. Jisung hummed again, still not moving or opening his eyes and Minho chuckled, "if you don't get up I'll carry you inside."
"Okay," Jisung mumbled.
"Here put your arms through, Sungie," Minho said and helped Jisung put on the jacket the older had given him to keep him warm before picking him up carefully and heading back into the building, struggling to open the door in the process which woke Jisung up further.
The younger brunette finally opened his eyes and looked up, being stunned by Minho carrying him and he screeched, "wait what the hell?!"
Startled, Minho stopped and looked down at the younger, "what?"
"Put me down!" Jisung shouted and Minho did as told, "why were you carrying me?!"
"Because you were asleep and I told you that you needed to come inside cause Chan needed everyone and told me to get you, I just told you if you didn't wake up I'd carry you and you said okay," Minho explained.
Jisung crossed his arms around himself before noticing the jacket on him. He looked back at Minho, seeing the older was lacking his every day leather jacket and he almost screeched again as he took off the jacket and pushed it into Minho's chest, his face flushing red before walking away.
Minho laughed lightly as he put his jacket back on and followed Jisung onto the stage in the auditorium where everything was placed to be painted or put together.
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Changbin poked Felix's side, causing the blonde to jump and hit Changbin's arm who laughed. Somehow, Changbin found out that the younger was ticklish and was using that to get to the Australian, "hey blondie."
"Really? I have a name you know," Felix sighed.
"Yeah but it's an English name, and I feel bad for pronouncing it wrong," Changbin replied, "plus I like calling you other nicknames."
"Anyway," Felix sighed, "what do you need?"
"I just wanted to ask you if I could do the detail of the background. I'm quite good when it comes to painting," Changbin asked.
"That's not something you should be asking me, why not ask Chan?" Felix asked.
"Couldn't find him?" Changbin tried.
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Drama Club
FanfictionMinho and Changbin are into art. But not legally. Running around tagging buildings for the fun of art, and the thrill of the chase. It lands them in an unexpected place for community service and end up with more than they thought they'd gotten signe...